User blog comment:Llamao/Embrace of the Viper/@comment-3474228-20110626040856

Flitrunn pats her on the back heartily. Then, his gaze hardens. "Well, time t'rescue th'Gen'ral!" He goes back to the entrance of the dwelling, and slowly taps through the soil, making a peekhole. Suddenly, the footpaw of a vermin steps right over the hole, startling the Major. He falls back and lands with a dull thud.

The vermin walk straight over Gurt's dwelling on their long trek back to the mountain, not in the least bit aware of what lies directly beneath them. The vermin who walked over Flitrunn's peeking hole, a ferret, stops. He turns to a weasel. "Did y'ear that, Mudhide?" The weasel kicks his companion forward. "Ah, shut yer gob, Fleawort, there's nothin' there! Keep movin', ye mindless slob!"